Quiet Corner

A blue and windy day
A month or so ago
Was the last gasp of summertime
This year

And now the cold has come in
It's damp and grey again
Rotting all the fruit left on the vine
Our hands can never keep up
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons

Days grow short
Fade away
Sweet decay of brown and gold
Autumn rain, she cascades
The clouds in the sky above no more

In the south, the northwest
The birds have come and gone
With patterns in time
The years pass us by

And now the cold has come in
Again and again and again
Rotting all the fruit left on the vine
Our hands can never keep up
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons

Days grow short
Fade away
Sweet decay of brown and gold
Autumn rain, she cascades
The clouds in the sky above no more

Dark coming in
Light fades to black
Going where the wind goes
Dark coming in
Light fades to black
Going where the wind goes
Dark coming in
Light fades to black
Going where the wind goes

Clouds in the sky above
No more